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Danny stared at the message on his phone. It was from Sam, and he didn’t understand it at all.
” You are an Arsehole.” It read. No emojis, no content.
What had he done to deserve that?
They’d been talking on their Discord server all evening the day before. Sam had left, and Danny assumed it had been because she had to eat dinner with her parents. It wasn’t unusual for her. Sam often disappeared from the chat when her parents were annoying her.
Thinking nothing off her disappearance Tucker and Danny had logged on to Doom like they’d planned and continued the story. And now Sam was sending that text for some reason.
“Danny! Breakfast!” Called Danny’s mom from downstairs.
“Coming!” Responded Danny, shoving his phone into his pocket. Grabbing his bag from where he’d thrown it, Danny thundered down the stairs.
The adult Fenton’s were in their science mood once more in the kitchen. On the stove were both a pan frying eggs and bacon as well as bickers filled with his mom’s experiments. The woman was rocking back and forth, clapping and snapping her hands to a rhythm. At the table were blueprints of the house with Danny’s dad pouring over them, his leg jiggling as he tugged his hair, mumbling under his breath.
Great. Thought Danny. They are excited.
“Morning.” Said Danny greeting his sister.
“Morning.” Mumbled Jazz. She was like their dad bent over a book playing with a lock of hair.
“Exams today?” asked Danny taking a bowl and mug from the cupboard.
“Don’t remind me.” Groaned Jazz, chewing at the end of her pen while her other hand was tearing at the corner of her schoolbook.
Shaking his head and feeling like the only sane Fenton in the house, Danny took out another bowl and mug from the cupboard. Filling both cups with coffee, he diluted one with milk and added sugar to the other.
Gently taking Jazz's hand from her pen, Danny placed the mug with light brown content in it. Throwing cereal and milk into the bowls, Danny put a spoon in his sister’s other hand and set the bowl on the page she was reading.
Still mumbling under her breath, Jazz pushed her bowl closer to herself and started eating without taking her eyes of the text.
Taking a deep sigh, Danny sat down at his seat and ate his breakfast, pushing the cereal around in his bowl. He couldn’t stop thinking about Sam’s message.
If Jazz hadn’t been so preoccupied with studying, he might have asked her for advice. Last time his sister had been anxious over her exams, and he’d disturbed her, she’d had a breakdown.
“Not any ghost fighting last night?” Said Danny’s mom, drawing him out of his thoughts.
“Um. No. They might show up today, though.” He said, trying to prepare himself for the inevitable rant about ghosts and how he should handle them.
It had been a month since he’d showed them what/who he was. As expected, they had been shocked for all of five minutes before their excitement took over. Now they wanted to help him fight ghosts, either by supporting him or attempting to do his job for him.
“We can take care of it if they show up while you are in school. Don’t worry.” Grinned his dad, looking up from the blueprints.
“Thanks.” Said Danny. However, he wasn’t going to let his parents take the fight from him, even if it only was the box ghost.
“Oh, that reminds me.” Chirped Maddie running away from the stove and down the stairs.
Sighing, Danny got up from his seat and turned off the frying pan before the breakfast was burnt. He had the food served on two plates when his mom came back up, her arms filled with their inventions. Danny’s dad threw the blueprints to the side with a manic glint in his eyes.
Before Danny could stop them, he was bombarded with advice and weapons. By the time he had to leave for school Danny’s bag was filled with all his parents’ inventions. They’d forced a jumpsuit on over his normal clothes and strapped even more gear to his body.
“I need to leave.” Complained Danny to deaf ears. His parents didn’t listen.
“You’ll need the Fenton Fisher if you run into an aquatic ghost, and the web grenades, as well as extra pairs of batteries for the suit power, runs out-“Continued Jack shoving the things into Danny’s pockets.
“The goggles with special lenses made to see the unseen ghosts. Spector deflector, you know what that does and-“
“AWW!” screamed Danny as his mom put the Spector deflector on him.
“What’s wrong, dear?” Asked Maddie.
Throwing the gear off him and upending his bag. He didn’t care what else fell out. Danny stomped out of the kitchen, leaving all the weapons and equipment on the floor.
“Jacket!” Called Jazz before Danny could leave the house without it.
The freezing air outside was a welcome. Danny didn’t mind his parents knowing his secret. It was the constant attempt to get him to use more of their gear that annoyed him.
And the butting in on his fights.
As well as the never-ending pride.
Couldn’t they simply let him be?
Danny’s foot slipped on a patch of ice, and he fell on his ass.
Great, as if the day couldn’t start any worse.